like tires at a checkpoint,alone I choke,alone I pollute the air. Nightmares are still budding,caught in nets,and I can’t stop my urgeto empty my bladder. Annually you die,each year in a different manner.And this year I’m thinkingof your enormous gut: it was exhausting to tieyour brown shoes.And your panting heart,I heard it today in a […]
Source : I Burn Time
